A Sad Story

So, I have a winter jacket. It’s my medium-winter jacket. I also have a full-blown parka, and a windbreaker, and that’s my entire collection of outerwear. I’m poor, what can I say. Anyway, my medium-winter coat - which was a cheap, poorly-made, probably-stitched-by-a-child, Walmart jacket (because again, poor) developed a hole in the left pocket which my glove and phone kept falling into. So I stiched it up. I have no great sewing prowess, but I can stitch up a hole. I have exactly one colour of thread, black, but all my clothes are black, so it all works out. Anyway: I fixed the hole. 

Not two days later, in my One Permitted Leaving Of The Apartment, aka my daily walk, the damned hole opened itself up again. Today I was in a session of all day meetings with the full staff, so, knowing that I would be bored and fidgety, I got my black thread and my one needle and my jacket and went to town on repairing the hole again, but way more thoroughly this time. I sewed the hole closed, then I went back and reinforced the entire thing, and then I did a third layer of stiches, nice and tight. 

Skip to the end of the day. The meetings ended, and I, now stir-crazy and very excited to go outside for any reason at all, even on a cold, grey, icy-but-no-snow kind of day, went for a walk. I put on my boots and my medium jacket, made sure I had my phone and my keys, and found the right glove in the right pocket where I had left it… but there was no left glove in the left pocket. 

And then I had a terrible thought. 

Sure enough, I patted around down near the bottom hemline of the coat. 

YOU GUYS. I sewed my damned glove into the interior of my coat. I hadn’t realized that had fallen inside again, and it was down there the entire time. And then triple-stitched the hole of the pocket shut.